[Center] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/25b9f4eb-a8b1-46ca-8ab3-88c168ed18b3.png[/img] Joel Beck [b]Location[/b]: Fighting shitty villains outside some Englewood apartments [b]Tags[/b]: Jack [/center] The subway wasn't too crowded this time of night. There were a couple late night workers and a drunk sharing their car. Joel sat in silence with his new companion, happy to do so, until something in the seat across the way seemed to catch his attention. He slowly grew agitated. "What did I tell you about following me?" He hissed at the empty seat across from him. "No, I don't care. Go home. [i]Your[/i] home, not mine." A woman a couple seats down took notice of this one sided conversation and pointedly ignored it. Joel settled back into his seat after a moment, apparently getting over whatever the hell it was he thought he saw. The train came into the station not long after. As the pair ventured out into the dilapidated neighborhood, Joel took the liberty of opening his bag and donning his suit. It flew out as if it had a mind of it's own and engulfed his form, settling into it's usual appearance in seconds. Wraith lead the way to the apartments he'd been told about. They made it to the entryway before shit went sideways. "Well, if it ain't the washed up sleuth and the psych ward escapee," A voice cracked behind them. Wraith turned and set eyes on the five members of The Bad Boy's Club. It was a silly name for a bunch of super powered thugs, but who was he to judge. "Don't bring his mental illness into this, it's rude," Wraith quipped back. "And why is there a C-list villain talking to us?" "Fuck you, man. We got the call that you were gonna' try some shit with our boy Devon. He called [i]us[/i] to come rearrange your faces for ya'." "You're really the best he could do?" This was their leader, End Zone. Big, stupid, strong, allegedly bullet proof. There was also Shank, an expert knife thrower and sharp shooter; not really a superpower, but the bar was set pretty low already. Mutt: a man with either a really strange condition or was possibly a werewolf. Or a furry. He was covered in hair, had claws and fangs, enhanced senses, that sort of thing. Hotrod, who could produce bony spikes from his body that were, well, hot. Lastly, there was Mindraker. Typically the secret weapon, he could manipulate minds, but Wraith had a feeling that [i]his[/i] mind might be a little too...spicy for him. Wraith's insult set End Zone off, and he came barreling at the two. Wraith lunged out of the way just in time to let the oversized man crash into the building behind him. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to deter the two brain cells inside that thick skull. End Zone turned on Wraith as Shank launched a large throwing knife right at him. The knife struck Wraith in the throat, and he immediately pulled it out and sunk it into End Zone's chest. Bulletproof, but not knife proof. Interesting. "You fucking stabbed me!" End Zone cried out with disbelief, "You tights aren't supposed to fucking stab people! The hell is wrong with you?!" "You don't know a whole lot about me, do you." End Zone removed the knife and held his wound. He was tough, Wraith would give him that. As he bled, the villain charged at Wraith, and a loud, messy fight would begin.